[Amy] Okay, so maybe 3pm is a little early for happy hour but hey. It’s after five in like, the middle of the ocean, right?

She’s sticking close to “home” for now, electing to stay in the sterile hotel room which doesn’t have any memories that just makes her miss him more. She even chose a nicer bar, where he chances of getting into a fight with random thugs are fairly non existent. Instead, the few people in here are business types, and Amy almost looks out of place in jeans and the familiar looking Carhartt jacket that’s too big for her.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She slips into the bar, looking over her shoulder really quick. Away from Amy, she’s a little bit paranoid. She is worried that at any moment some horrible harbinger of truth is going to bring this little house of cards crashing down around them, and that will be epically bad. But once she’s inside she relaxes, putting on a smile. The good news is that being around Amy is legitimately relaxing for her. She heads over to where her sister is, grinning a bit.

“Hey, there you are, chica. Como estas?}

[Amy] “Here I am. All behaved and shit.”

She grins, gesturing to the empty space next to her that’s already furnished with a beer.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles and takes a seat. “You’re a peach, sister dear. But not like, a fuzzy navel Boones kinda peach. An actual one.”

[Amy] “Then I guess I should drink more, so I can be the fuzzy kind.” She drains what’s left of her beer, and waves for another one.

“So what’s up? How’s Cool and the Gang?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Cool and the Gang.” She laughs at that, taking a drink of her beer and then lighting up. “I’m totally telling Lukas you called us that.”

She gives a shrugs as the drag of smoke is exhaled. “Things are good. Apparently we’ve got a new prospective. I’m already not the baby anymore.”

[Amy] “Holy shit. They work fast.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Some full moon. Haven’t met her. Lukas seems to like her though…one of his peeps.”

[Amy] “Oh. That should be….. fun.” She rolls her eyes and pays for her beer, then holds a hand out to Sar.

“Bum me a smoke?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Of course.” She passes a cigarette over.

“Ehh, I dunno. Shouldn’t be that bad. Since when did you have problems with Ahrouns? Or Lords, for that matter?”

[Amy] “I don’t. I don’t have problems with anybody. You know me. Full of fucking sunshine and light.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, right.” She chuckles and takes a swallow of beer. “Seriously though. What’s up with that?”

[Amy] “So I’m just saying watch your ass, with two of them in the group. They can’t fucking be trusted.”

She lights the cigarette finally, taking a deep drag and holding the smoke in for several seconds.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The tribe can’t be trusted. The individuals, if you check them out enough, can be sometimes.” She shrugs, leaning back.

“I’m not saying I trust this chick. I don’t. Hell, I don’t trust a lot of people in this city. I’m just saying that some people surpass their tribe. Some don’t measure up. Somewhere inbetween is where it all evens out.”

[Amy] “Stefan is one. He’s not all underhanded and shit. So there’s hope.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well see? There you go.” She grins and sighs. “So what’s the plan for tonight? You got one?”

[Amy] “No. I don’t know. Go drink and shit?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That sounds like a plan. We can try clubbing again.”

[Amy] She’s quiet for a second. “Yeah. Okay.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She cocks her head. “What?”

[Amy] Her head shakes, and she takes another drag off the cigarette. “Just been a really fucking long two weeks, you know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, I know it has.” She gives a sympathetic smile. “We just need to take it as easy as we can for a bit. Let shit fly by a bit.”

[Amy] “I know. He’s safe. That’s what counts, right?”

She takes a drink of her beer, then nods. “Yeah. Fuck it. Let’s go clubbing. We can roll and get all fucked up and not worry about who might be showing up’

“Hey. It’s Jessica. From Mode?” She laughs. “Yeah, with the tattoo. Anyway. You rolling tonight?” Listening, she makes a pen motion at Sarita.

“Maybe, yeah. My sister and I were thinking about finding some shit, but I don’t know. Nobody to have any fun with, you know?” Her grin gets slowly wider. “Yeah? Well, I mean, you did promise…. Yeah. Where at? Uh huh. Fuck yeah. Okay.” She laughs again, and it’s low and throaty. “Yeah baby. Me too.”

Hanging up, she gives Sarita a smug smirk. “There. We’re set.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She hands Amy a pen when she asks. She leans against the bar, grinning as she watches her sister work her magic. No one’s better at it.

“Very impressive,” she says with a grin when Amy hangs up.

[Amy] “I’m fucking gifted, aren’t I? So we’ve got to meet him and get the shit, then I’ll tell him you’re reacting or something and we’ve got to go. Then we can go wherever we want. If he gets on my ass about it later, I can send fucking John and Hunter to kick his ass.”

Hopping up, she seems in a far better mood than she has been. “Come on. Let’s go find you something to wear that doesn’t scream Crack House Gramma”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Crack House Gramma?” She scowls good-naturedly and moves to follow. “I’m-a kick your ass one of these days…”

[Amy] “One of these days, when you grow up.” She shrinks down into the coat a little, burying her face in the collar before heading for the door.